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Understandings

The sun streamed in through the bedroom window lighting up the beautiful room. Harry groaned as the sunlight hit his face. He didn't want to wake up. He turned on his side and felling the bed for the first time. Wait, this bed is softer than the bed at Hogwarts Harry thought. All the memories from yesterday flew back to him and he opened his eyes and bolted straight up into a sitting position.

He looked around the room. Everything was made up of wood. It was all mostly white if it wasn't white. He had a huge kind sized bed in the middle of the circular room. He noticed wardrobes and chest along the sides.

"So this is heaven…"

Harry mumbled out loud. When he finished his sentence he heard a chuckle coming from the door way. Standing in the doorway was an elegantly dressed man with straight black hair tied into a pony tail. He was pale, but it wasn't a bad pale, his skin looked like it had a natural glow to it. He had a handsome face with striking ice blue eyes.

"No Mr. Potter, this is certainly not heaven,"

The man said with heavy amusement laced in his voice.

"If this is not heaven then tell me, where am I? And how did I not die yesterday?"

Harry asked suspiciously with narrowed eyes.

"Well for the first questions you are at the Undying Cove. For your second question, you are right a part of you did die yesterday,"

The man answered calmly.

"What do you mean?"

Harry questioned.

"Your mortal life died yesterday. That is how you have been reborn into your turn form,"

The man stated. Harry looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Harry asked incredulously. The man chuckled again. His chuckle sounded like a beautiful note in a song.

"Ahh… excuse my rudeness Mr. Potter, my name is Ratallion. I, like yourself, am what people call High Elves. We are immortals. That voice you heard in head telling you to jump was your elven blood coming through. To fully become a High Elf you had to kill off your mortal life first. Your elven blood was activated when your emotions were at its highest,"

Ratallion explained. Harry looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Look buddy, I don't know what you're playing at but this is not funny. Just tell me where I am and what the hell is going on,"

Harry said thorough clenched teeth.

"This is no joke. If you don't believe me go look at your ears, back, and left bicep in the mirror,"

Harry slid off the bed and made his way to the mirror right above a chest. What he saw made him gasp. His skin was now the same pale, perfect, seemingly glowing skin the man had. He lifted up his hair to see that his ear had become pointed at the tip. He then looked at his left forearm and noticed that he now held a black tattoo in some weird beautiful loopy writing. He looked enquiringly at Ratallion. Obviously the question was obvious in his eyes because Ratallion explained:

"That is the mark of a High Elf. When they are reborn their new immortal names are tattooed on their left bicep. Open your mind and stare at it. You will start to understand it in a second."

Harry freed his mind of thought and looked back at his tattoo. After a second the writing made sense to him. It read: Arlwenton.

"Can you read it?"

Ratallion inquired. At Harry's nod he continued:

"Your new name will be Arlwenton. Everybody in the Undying Coves will refer to you as that. Now I'm going to speak to you in the ancient immortal language. Just open your mind again and focus on my voice. Your elven blood will click in, just as it did when you read your tattoo and you will be able to fully understand and speak fluently in our language."

Harry listened as the man was speaking some sort of gibberish to him. The ancient was a beautiful language that seemed to flow together so easily. Finally after a minute he was able to recognize what Ratallion was saying.

"Can you hear me?"

Ratallion asked.

"Yes,"

Harry replied then looked shocked as he was able to speak in it. Ratallion chuckled then spoke in English:

"Well being able to understand the language means you'll be able to speak it. Same with the writing, now that you're able to understand it you'll be able to write in it. Just think of the immortal language before you write or speak and you'll be able to do it. Now I think it is time you check out your back. Take off your shirt."

Harry took off his shirt and looked in the mirror to find 2 huge black wings sprouting out of him. He gasped but what surprised him was the Ratallion gasped too. Harry sent him a quizzical look and saw that Ratallion held a face of utter astonishment.

"There hasn't been one for millennia's…" Harry heard him whisper as he slowly walked forward from the door frame to step closer to Harry, "absolutely remarkable…"

"Err… excuse me? But could you tell me what is 'absolutely remarkable'?"

Harry asked sceptically. Ratallion looked over at him as if he hadn't realized he was still there then snapped out of it and explained:

"It has been many years since there has been an elf with black wings Arlewenton. Everybody else here has white wings. Elves with black wings are said to be extremely powerful and easy to train."

Harry looked at himself in the mirror and thought: Great another thing I'm abnormal in.

"Your wings are disguised and can't be seen through your clothes when you aren't flying. You will able to do that once your curiosity with them is finished. You have many months of training ahead of you. When you are finished your training you will be sent on little missions, like protecting people or escorting visitors through the treacherous journey into the Undying Coves. The land surrounding us is very dangerous and you need to be well trained before you can ever leave here. After your mini missions you will be sent on your first big mission with 3 of your other immortals. I will leave you to be by yourself. I will return at dawn tomorrow to begin your training. I will be your mentor while you are here,"

Ratallion explained then left Harry by himself.

Hermione sat under Harry's favourite tree near the lake. He had always said he could feel a connection to his parents here. Whether it be by the JPLE written in the tree or just by some weird feeling this where he always sat. Hermione remembered spending many nights out her with him while he was going through a rough time. He had never told her what was truly bothering him. She knew it wasn't Sirius's death, there was something more there. As she sat here under Harry's tree on the day before Christmas break she made a conclusion. She was going to go talk to Dumbledore.

Hermione strode rapidly across Hogwarts grounds, into the castle, and to the gargoyle guarding the Headmasters office. She told it the password and the gargoyle leapt aside revealing a long winding staircase. She took the steps 2 at a time and got to the head masters office faster then knocked on the door. When she heard a 'Come in' she pushed the door open forcefully and stepped in. The headmaster motioned for her to take a seat which she did. Before he could say anything she blurted out:

"What was wrong with him?"

"Pardon me?"

"Harry. What was wrong with Harry? There was something more other than Sirius's death. I could tell. He just never told me."

She saw a pained expression pass over Dumbledore's face and he turned away no longer able to hold her gaze. When he spoke it was barely a whisper:

"There were many things wrong with him. Many things that only him could bear the weight of. But one of them I was sure weighed heavily on his mind."

"Which is?"

Dumbledore looked at her again and said calmy"

"The prophesy."

Hermione gave him a confused expression and stated:

"But it was broken."

"Yes the copy was broken. But the prophesy was not forgotten by those who heard it originally."

"What are you talking about?"

"I was the one that first heard the prophesy. I was the one that told Harry it after the incident at the Department of Mysteries."

Hermione sat there stunned for a few moments. Harry knew the prophesy? How come he didn't tell her? What did it say?

"What did the prophesy say?"

Hermione asked determinedly. Dumbledore got a calculating look on his face for a moment before speaking:

"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord rises… born as the seventh month dies… born to parents that have thrice defied the dark lord… the dark lord will mark him as his equal but he will have a power the dark lord knows not… either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord rises…"

By the time Dumbledore finished Hermione was already trying to calculate what the prophesy meant. As if readying her mind the headmaster said:

"Harry was born at the end of July. James and Lily escaped Voldemort three times before he killed them. Harry's scar is the mark. The power the dark lord knows not is love."

Hermione looked up at him with a questioning gaze and said:

"So Harry either had to kill Voldemort or be killed? There was no other way?"

"That is true."

"So pretty much with Harry gone the whole world is doomed?"

Dumbledore looked grave and then nodded.

"There is no other way to kill Voldemort then through Harry. He was our last hope on the light side. We must keep it hidden that Harry is dead. Voldemort will go on a rampage if he found out. I do not know if Harry said it in your letter or not but he did in mine and he dais that we must never give up hope and I don't plan to. Fate has a way of working things out the way they are supposed to be."

Hermione nodded and took that as the end of the conversation and left.

Review responses:

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Authors note:

Well I'm trying to update as soon as possible with my super busy schedulerolls eyes…no lol I have tons of time it's just that I have been thinking about different ways of taking the story and brainstorming before posting so this one doesn't turn into a total bust like my other ones. Thank you to my faithful readers…if I have any… Any who just keep reading my stories and I'll keep updating. I won't have a lot of time in the next few days because I'm going to be having snowboarding lessons and Christmas holidays is coming to an end and I have to do the homework I left till the end of the holidays laughs nervously. Well since you probably don't want to hear me blabber on and on I'll take my leave now and say tootles till next time!